Ride 1G

The coupe stopped at the second stoplight. Double-J turned to his right, towards Butch in the passenger seat.

“So what’s the preacher’s son doing on the fencing team?”

Butch shrugged. “I dunno. Fencing, I guess.”

“Hmmm. Thought you Christians weren’t into games.”

“It’s not a game, it’s a sport.” Butch glanced quickly out the front of the car. “Light’s green.”

I don’t give a — ” Double-J stopped himself, looked quickly back, lowered his voice. “There’s nobody behind us. Look, I meant what I said just now, I don’t want anyone disrupting this team. We’ve worked too hard — ”

“Youth Group. Summer camp.”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“The bonfire?”

“You remember me now.”

“You didn’t have a moustache back then.”

“And you weren’t so — you were a lot — thinner. Sorry.”

Headlights from a car approaching from the rear shown into the coupe. Double-J turned forward, accelerated through the intersection.

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